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whumpshaped · 5 months

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The whumpee who loves the ASMR instructional videos, who would last 0.8 seconds in a vampire situation, finding themselves in a vampire situation. As they fall under the vampire's spell they start dreamily babbling about how nice it all is, just like their favorite videos, and the vampire decides to take advantage of this, brushing through their hair and touching their face and giving them simple little instructions to follow as the whumpee's mind melts -- until they tell the whumpee to tilt their neck...

-- @oliversrarebooks

tw vampire whumper, hypnosis, mind control

“N-no, no, please, no–” Whumpee desperately pushed against their attacker, trying to gain enough space to run past them, but it was no use. They were panicking worse than they ever had before, sobbing as they were cornered against the wall of an abandoned building. They didn’t think it’d be so dangerous to come out here. They were so stupid. “Please, I can give you my money, please don’t–”

“Shh, quiet now. Don’t make a fuss.”

Whumpee shivered at the gentle voice, half their fight leaving them as suddenly as it’d come. It was like being smacked in the back of the head with a shovel, it almost made them disoriented. “I won’t,” they choked out. “I won’t, so please, p-please don’t hurt me–”

“Still talking… So noisy…” Whumper caught their gaze, and Whumpee’s body went still. They couldn’t look away. The pleas died in their throat before they could’ve had a chance to utter them. “There you go. Nice and quiet. Let’s calm down now, hm?”

Whumpee nodded a little, mouth still slightly agape. Waves of comfort and relaxation washed over them, one after the other, disarming them further with every word. There was a pressure in the back of their head that just kept building, almost like a warm hand keeping them steady.

“That’s it. Keep looking into my eyes. You’re doing an excellent job for me.” Whumper cupped their cheeks, making sure they wouldn’t look away even as it became difficult to hold their head up. “Breathe in… and out. That’s it. So peaceful. So nice and quiet. So relaxed.”

Their eyes fluttered closed against their will, despite their desperate desire to keep looking into those gorgeous eyes. Whumper didn’t scold them for it; they merely kept petting them, their cheeks, their hair… It all felt so unbelievably nice. They barely registered as their head was tilted to the side for them, nor did they make an effort to suppress their content sigh as Whumper nuzzled against their neck.

“You’re doing so well,” Whumper murmured. “So good for me. Just keep breathing. In… and out. Just like that.”

The bite didn’t even hurt. Not when they were so relaxed.

#asks #oliversrarebooks #whump #whump drabble #vampire whumper #hypnosis #mind control

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the-black-manor · 7 months

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Desperation

Summary: Your master fucks you while you both have very full bladders.

Characters: AMAB Vampire x AFAB GN Reader

Kinks: Oversized cock, excessive cum, cumflation, omorashi, master/pet, bondage, vampire, biting, primal, breeding, bladder desperation, manhandling, cnc,

Words: 2,410

Note: Putting this back on the blog for "advertisement purposes". More writing that's not posted here can be found over on my Patreon.

“Whining already, love? I haven’t even gotten started.”

You let out a whimper as your master chuckles to himself. He tips yet another tall glass of cold water against your lips, and you begrudgingly begin to drink, your bladder screaming in protest more and more each second. You only finish half the glass before you have to pull away to breathe. Your master smiles approvingly at you from his place perched on the bed beside you.

He has you propped up against a stack of plush pillows, your wrists bound to the headboard so that you can’t hold yourself, and your legs spread and bound so that you can’t hide any leaks. You’re naked, save for the collar around your neck, with its soft leather and jingling bell. Your master rests a hand over your bladder and massages gently, and your legs jerk, trying to close to keep from wetting yourself. He grins and presses the glass to your lips once more.

“This is the last glass, darling. You can do it.”

You nod and drink. When you’re finally finished, he praises you with soft kisses to your neck and sweet words in your ear, then sets the glass on the bedside table before he rounds the bed, undoing the ties that bind you and freeing you from your prison. You want so badly to hold yourself, but you don’t move. You know he’s not finished with you. He grabs you by your ankles and slowly drags you down the bed so that you’re lying on your back, which makes the need to pee even worse than before. You look to where he’s standing at the foot of the bed to see his own bulging bladder standing proudly out from his abdomen. He’s as full as you are, possibly more-so, but he handles his desperation with much more grace.

Below that, his large, erect cock bobs eagerly as he climbs onto the bed and settles himself over you. He doesn’t give you any warning before he presses his body against yours and grinds your bladders together. You let out a squeak as a spurt of pee is pushed from you, but he’s forced his legs between yours so that you can’t close them. He doesn’t seem to mind as the warm liquid covers his cock, as he only squishes himself harder against you, grinding and humping.

He presses his lips against your neck as you let out a long moan. Fuck it feels good… It burns like hell, but the bliss that comes with that feeling of fullness outweighs any discomfort. Knowing that his bladder is full and burning just as much as yours is only icing on the cake. He follows your moan with one of his own as his cock twitches and presses against your entrance, and the next thing you know, he’s forcing his girth inside of you.

You cry out in pain as he stretches you open, his cockhead pressing hard against your bladder from the inside as he makes himself comfortable. He gives you only a second to adjust before he pulls out and then pushes back in, setting a steady pace. You clench around him, putting pressure on your bladder and sending electric bliss up your spine.

“Fuck, you feel so good…” your master breathes against your neck before pressing his lips just beneath your jaw.

He peppers soft kisses along the flesh there while he fucks you, and you tangle your hands in his hair to try and ground yourself.

“Hurts…” you whine.

“I know, pet. I know. You’re doing so well.”

It did hurt, but it felt so good, that you didn’t dare ask him to slow down.

“Fuck… Master. Please.”

He chuckles, sending vibrations through your chest.

“You don’t have to ask, darling. I’m going to fuck the piss out of you.”

His words send heat directly to your core, and your eyes roll back as the spring in your stomach tightens, coiling around your bladder. He crushes his lips against yours in a bruising kiss, and you open your mouth for his long tongue to slide languidly down your throat. His skin is cold, but you’re burning up beneath him, wound tight and ready to explode at any minute. You let out a long, low moan, and he growls in response. His hips stutter for only a moment, and then he picks up the pace, slamming into you frantically.

Your cry is muffled by his mouth as his cock hammers against your bladder. He slips a hand between your bodies and you jerk against him as it closes around your cock. He strokes you hard and fast in time to his thrusts, massaging you expertly. You can feel yourself teetering on the very edge, and you tug at his hair to try and get him to let you breathe, but he only deepens the kiss.

You don’t get to ask permission to cum. The coil snaps, and your entire body tenses as you crash into your orgasm. Your bladder feels like it’s about to explode, but everything is so tight, nothing is able to come out. You nearly drown in his scent and his touch as he fucks you through your high, marrying pleasure with pain in a heavenly dance as stars burst behind your closed eyes.

It’s when all sensation begins to dissipate, even though you can feel him still, rocking into you, that you realize you haven’t been allowed to breathe. On the edge of your consciousness, you feel his tongue slide out of your throat, and then a sharp slap to the side of the face has you gasping for air. You gaze up at your master with wide eyes as he grins down at you, still moving, grinding, humping, torturing your bladder and your cunt.

“You don’t get to check out just yet,” he grins, sharp teeth gleaming in the candlelight. “I’m not through with you.”

He pauses in his movements just long enough to hook his arms beneath your legs and bring your knees to your head, folding you in half and crushing your bladder, angling your bodies so that his cock is hitting exactly the right button.

“Oh, fuck. FUCK!” you scream as he resumes a steady pace.

The pressure in this position is agony. Just as you think you’re about to wet yourself, however, you feel something else moving between your legs, something cold and thin and slick. You don’t need to look to know that he’s summoned a shadowy tentacle to aid his ministrations. He doesn’t slow as the tentacle presses against your urethra, and it’s too much for you all at once. You clench to try and stop the flow, but to no avail.

As soon as the stream begins, it’s interrupted by a sudden sharp pain, and then ecstasy as that dark tendril forces its way into your urethra, plugging your entrance, and then deeper and deeper to coil inside of your bladder.

“M-master-”

You struggle to free yourself from his grip, but his strength is superhuman. He has you thoroughly trapped, pinned beneath his weight and your own.

“Need me to stop?” he asks without slowing.

“No!” you reply quickly. “I can take it! I want it!”

His laugh is wicked, on the very edge of evil.

“Even if you can’t, I will make you,” he growls. “You will take it and you will thank me for it when we’re done.”

“Yes, mas-”

You’re interrupted by his lips pressing once more against yours. This time, he keeps his tongue in check, exploring your mouth with it, grazing your teeth, curling around your tongue. Your eyes roll back in your head as pleasure builds again, accompanied by that sweet, burning pain. You wrap your arms around him as best you can from this position, digging your nails into the soft flesh on his back. It burns. It burns so fucking bad, but you can’t make him stop. You don’t want him to stop.

The coil tightens quickly once it’s begun, and in only another minute, he forces you once more over the edge. Your muscles clench, body tensing as your climax hits you hard. It hurts, it hurts so fucking good, so fucking good you nearly pass out.

But your master is there, gently stroking your face, thrusting slowly, so slowly now, to bring you down from your high. You try to speak, but all that comes out is a high-pitched whine.

“Shhh, easy love.”

Carefully, he unfolds you, allowing you to lie flat on your back once more.

“Hold it,” he orders, and you’re confused for a moment, until the tendril slowly slides out of your bladder. You clench hard, trying to keep it all in, but he’s forced to press his thumb to your urethra to keep you from leaking too much while you get your bearings.

“Hold it,” he orders again, this time more forcefully.

You’re not sure if you can, but you nod anyway. You can’t displease your master. You won’t.

You’re shaking with the effort of keeping your bladder in check as he lies down on top of you, making sure not to put pressure on the bulge in your abdomen. He presses his lips against your neck, just over your pulse point, and peppers soft kisses as he buries himself deep, forcing his oversized cock all the way inside of you. You grit your teeth and squeeze your eyes shut.

He begins again, fucking you as deeply as he can, rutting into you like a dog.

“I’m going to breed you, pet,” he purrs into the crook of your neck. “Breed you like you deserve to be bred. You’ve been so good for me.” There’s a pause, and you can feel him smile just beneath your jaw. “But I’m going to fuck the piss out of you first.”

Your walls tighten around him in response, and he groans. His cock is so hot inside of you, and it stretches and fills you just right, as if your body was made to take him. His breathing is heavy and erratic, and a thin sheen of sweat coats his brow. He’s close.

“Cum in me Master. Breed me, please.”

He bites down on your shoulder as his pace quickens, and in only a second, he’s fucking you like you’re the last breath of oxygen in the universe. The bed hammers against the wall with each powerful thrust, and he’s grabbing at you, clawing up your arms, desperate to pull you closer. He crushes your bladders together.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he pants.

The pressure of his body against yours and his cock slamming into you from inside finally becomes too much, and despite how hard you try to hold everything in, the dam finally breaks. Each time his cockhead hammers against your bladder, you lose a spurt of piss, until he’s fucking you so fast, grinding your bodies together so hard, that it’s a constant stream. Your scent fills the air as your swollen bladder finally finds some relief, and the release sends you over the edge a final time. Your master cums with you, pushing into you so hard that he forces you up the bed.

Then, as your bladder shrinks, your stomach begins to swell. You’re unable to come down from your high, your climax renewed every time his cock throbs inside of you, flooding your womb with hot seed. The burning pressure from within you gives way to a comforting warmth as you stretch to accommodate the sheer quantity of cum that he’s allowing you to have.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, he lets out a heavy groan and relaxes on top of you, chest heaving. You can feel his still-full bladder pressed against your bulging stomach, massive and rock-hard, and you grind up against him mischievously. He growls and bites down once more on your shoulder, a warning to behave yourself. You’re exhausted and soaked in piss, and your master is shaking with the effort he’s just expended, but you know he’s not finished. You know what comes next, and you want it.

His tongue slithers over the bite mark he’s given you, lapping up the blood drawn there to renew some of his strength. And then he pushes himself off of you and to his knees. Slowly, he pulls himself out. This is the first chance you’ve gotten since starting that you’ve been able to look down at him, and your mouth begins to water at the sight of his manhood glistening beneath a distended bladder.

“Master,” you breathe as you take in his beauty.

He smiles warmly down at you, then hooks his arms beneath you to raise your hips. You let out a low moan as his cum sloshes around inside of you, and then a hiss as his cockhead prods at your asshole.

“Fuck, yes, Master. Fill me. I want it all.”

Agonizingly slowly, he forces his cock inside of you, and then settles back on his heels. He takes a few breaths as he allows his muscles to relax, and then lets out a long, low moan as you feel warmth hotter than his seed begin to flood your insides. Your head drops back into the pillows and you close your eyes as he relieves himself. He takes one of your hands in his own and rests them on top of your stomach so that you can both feel it swell, bigger and bigger, until it's so big and heavy that you can't move beneath its weight.

His relief goes on for ages. Ten seconds, thirty, a minute, two minutes, until you’re once again so full that you feel as if you’re going to burst. Finally, he begins to rub your stomach, his silent signal that he’s finished. You hum, the ability to speak completely lost, and twine your fingers together.

“Do you want me to stay inside?” he asks, his voice barely a whisper.

You nod. He lowers your hips and helps you roll onto your side, then settles himself behind you and wraps his arms tightly around you in a protective hug, all the while buried deep. His cock keeps you plugged so that not a single drop of his piss can escape. He nuzzles against you, pressing himself tightly against your back and holding you close, and this is the last thing you feel as you drift off to sleep.

#my writing #omorashi #bladder holding #bladder desperation #bladder torture #bladder control #piss kink #vampire kink #dom/sub #master/pet #inflation kink #impreg kink #consensual noncon

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squirrellypoo · 7 days

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Sam Reid, struggling with the question "Live Theatre or Film" (x)

#why is he like this #you could see the struggle between lestat and sam in real time #sam's only been in one theatre production afaik #so you'd think film was the natural choice #but lestat was screaming at him to say live theatre #good to know sam has regained control of the vessel #sam reid #iwtv #interview with the vampire #lestat de lioncourt #iwtv s2 premiere #iwtv cast #iwtv gifs #my gifs

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sleepyconfusedpotato · 7 months

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Makarov in "The Lobby"

Just a sketch before I sleep! Took this opportunity to study Julian Kostov's face and I think I'm getting the hang of it 👌

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Am I highkey seeing Makarov as another Vampire in Halloween AU? 👀 Imagine Makarov being a much stronger vampire than Price because he's been consuming human blood non-stop without remorse. And now in order to defeat Mak, Price has to break his oath and start consuming human blood again 👁️👁️.

Here's some timelapse and hope you love it! *(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭*ଘ

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#vampire!mak easily overpowering and controlling the 141 boys. including vampire!Price himself 👀#“What is this? I thought you're the same being as me? But you're just a shell.”#except Gaz because he's literally bloodless. But Gaz managed to distract Mak and bought time for the Price Ghost and Soap to escape.#But now that Gaz is imprisoned and tortured by Mak. Price has to start becoming strong again in order to defeat Mak.#but that would mean he has to break his oath of never consuming any human blood ever again👁️👁️#would legit be a fucking good au #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #cod mw #cod #call of duty modern warfare 3 #call of duty modern warfare III #call of duty modern warfare 2023 #vladimir makarov #makarov #makarov cod #sleepyconfusedpotato art #call of duty fanart

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fuzziiwuzzii · 5 months

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save me Claudia Interview with the Vampire Farleigh Start Saltburn save me

(this tweet made me do it)

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omenics · 8 months

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YAY I'm glad you want to write vamps!! I always welcome more Castlevania Dracula x reader content! feel free to choose the general scenarios, but if you're comfortable writing it I'd love to hear about how he handles being tempted by your blood 👀

𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐀.

› ..your taste is like ambrosia, the nectar of the gods. gn reader. — i got carried away with this guys vampires draw out the worst in me LMAO. if this is too intimate and eyebrow raising im sorry i love vampires and their stupid metaphorical actions for romance.

Dracula is ancient. He is old. He has walked the earth for centuries, and has learned to ease his bloodlust. Yes, he is very well-acquainted with the temptations that comes with vampirism, and he does his best to keep his fangs clean, for he is mot the man he once was.

It is enticing. The smell that emits from your pretty pulse points, the way your heartbeat echoes and reverberates off of the castle walls drive his bloodlust farther. But he holds back. He will not succumb to his primal instincts. Not yet, at least.

But the day will come. He knows it will, for when your neck flaunts itself through the collar of your clothes he feels his façade slip and his hunger grow.

So the day comes, he holds a hand gingerly and sinks his teeth into your wrist. No, it is not the neck, but he feels like this is more appropriate than biting you in such an intimate place. He would not do anything you did not wish and would take it slowly, which is why his fangs would dip into the supple skin of your wrist; to ease you into the puncturing pain that will become familiar to you.

To Vlad, the act is intimate. He savours it, taking his time to ensure comfort and relish in the taste, smell, and essence. So when the time comes and his fangs graze your neck, he feels your pulse quicken under his lips, and his hand would make its way to the side of your head and softly entangle it in your hair, craning your head to the side for better access. Agonizingly slow his fangs would pierce into your flesh, drinking like a starved dog.

If he could he would stay there for eternity, to bleed you dry because your blood tastes like ambrosia, the food of the gods. He will not succumb to such basic and primal instincts no matter how much he wants to. He will not become more of a monster than he already is. Instead he would drink in the gasps that leave you, the pained hitch in your breath when he punctures your neck. He would not try to soothe you, too drunk on the taste he neglected for so long.

But the way it tastes on his tongue would drive him mad. It would simultaneously ease his bloodlust and drive it, making him want more. Enticing you were, so utterly cruel, but he would not lose himself in your scent. He would not allow it. You would not be a personal blood-bank for him, you are so much more than that.

You are his Achilles heel with your sweet taste. You would make him crumble to his knees just for a taste. He is weak for you, your scent and your smell. He becomes nothing more than a starved man when his fangs puncture your neck and tongue lap up the sweet, sweet nectar that oozes out and down your sweet skin.

#› ..signature spells !#guys this is the closest i will only come to writing smth as intimate as this #vampires control my life #not proofread btw #i wrote this while waiting for thanksgiving dinner 😭#dracula x reader #vlad dracula tepes x reader #dracula tepes x reader #vlad tepes x reader #castlevania x reader #vampire x reader #castlevania headcanons #castlevania imagine #vampire imagine #vampire headcanons #idk what else to tag

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